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Last night Cyndie headed down to the barn to move the herd in from the cold for the night, and when she returned, she described how things went. First, I’ll explain that we have developed a routine where the horses are moved into the barn one at a time, most often with the aid of a lead rope simply draped around their neck for minimal guidance. When I am around, I usually man the gate so there is only one horse that Cyndie needs to be focused on for each trip into a stall.

She told me that by the time she got down there after dinner, Legacy was pressed up against the gate in eagerness to come inside and Dezirea was right beside him as if to say, “me, too!” The temperature was minus 10°(F) as Cyndie gladly obliged Legacy and then Dezirea. Since I wasn’t there, she just swung the gate behind her in the direction of closed, but didn’t secure it in any way.

With Dezi in her stall, Cyndie turned around to find Cayenne didn’t wait and had taken it upon herself to push open the gate and stroll into the barn calmly, walking straight to her stall and lightly stepping her way inside. She knows the drill.

Following behind was Hunter, with a much less light step. Cyndie said he clomped over to sniff at the truck that had been moved inside so it would be out of the way during plowing. He then walked past his stall to go all the way to the end to check out things by the back door where Legacy and Dezirea are housed. After sniffing at Legacy’s hay, he finally made his way back into his own space, with none of the grace shown by Cayenne.

Cyndie’s description is a perfect presentation of their respective personalities and frequent behaviors.

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